Neptune

she’s on the chair, fresh deep cuts causing horrible pain, You open the door, you can’t find the bread (UR STUPID) and you see her, the blood dripping on the chair. You run for her to stop. She sees you and cries harder. I’M SORRY! SORRY! She apologies profusely,she explains her struggles as a misunderstood lesbian. She can’t take on life as it is. She knows it’ll hurt others worse.